Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire


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[ @miltonbooks ] Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire

 
 
 


CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR 
 
 
Rita Skeeters Scoop 
 
Everybody got up late on Boxing Day. The Gryffindor common room was much quieter than it 
had been lately, many yawns punctuating the lazy conversations. Hermione’s hair was bushy 
again; she confessed to Harry that she had used liberal amounts of Sleekeazy’s Hair Potion on it 
for the ball, “but it’s way too much bother to do every day,” she said matter-of-factly, scratching 
a purring Crookshanks behind the ears. 
Ron and Hermione seemed to have reached an unspoken agreement not to discuss their 
argument. They were being quite friendly to each other, though oddly formal. Ron and Harry 
wasted no time in telling Hermione about the conversation they had overheard between Madame 
Maxime and Hagrid, but Hermione didn’t seem to find the news that Hagrid was a half-giant 
nearly as shocking as Ron did. 
“Well, I thought he must be,” she said, shrugging. “I knew he couldn’t be pure giant because 
they’re about twenty feet tall. But honestly, all this hysteria about giants. They can’t all be 
horrible… It’s the same sort of prejudice that people have toward werewolves… It’s just bigotry, 
isn’t it?” 
Ron looked as though he would have liked to reply scathingly, but perhaps he didn’t want 
another row, because he contented himself with shaking his head disbelievingly while Hermione 
wasn’t looking. 
It was time now to think of the homework they had neglected during the first week of the 
holidays. Everybody seemed to be feeling rather flat now that Christmas was over - everybody 
except Harry, that is, who was starting (once again) to feel slightly nervous. 
The trouble was that February the twenty-fourth looked a lot closer from this side of Christmas, 
and he still hadn’t done anything about working out the clue inside the golden egg. He therefore 
started taking the egg out of his trunk every time he went up to the dormitory, opening it, and 
listening intently, hoping that this time it would make some sense. He strained to think what the 
sound reminded him of, apart from thirty musical saws, but he had never heard anything else like 
it. He closed the egg, shook it vigorously, and opened it again to see if the sound had changed, 
but it hadn’t. He tried asking the egg questions, shouting over all the wailing, but nothing 
happened. He even threw the egg across the room - though he hadn’t really expected that to help. 
Harry had not forgotten the hint that Cedric had given him, but his less-than friendly feelings 
toward Cedric just now meant that he was keen not to take his help if he could avoid it. In any 
case, it seemed to him that if Cedric had really wanted to give Harry a hand, he would have been 
a lot more explicit. He, Harry, had told Cedric exactly what was coming in the first task - and 
Cedric’s idea of a fair exchange had been to tell Harry to take a bath. Well, he didn’t need that 
sort of rubbishy help - not from someone who kept walking down corridors hand in hand with 
Cho, anyway. And so the first day of the new term arrived, and Harry set off to lessons, weighed 


down with books, parchment, and quills as usual, but also with the lurking worry of the egg 
heavy in his stomach, as though he were carrying that around with him too. 
Snow was still thick upon the grounds, and the greenhouse windows were covered in 
condensation so thick that they couldn’t see out of them in Herbology. Nobody was looking 
forward to Care of Magical Creatures much in this weather, though as Ron said, the skrewts 
would probably warm them up nicely, either by chasing them, or blasting off so forcefully that 
Hagrid’s cabin would catch fire. 
When they arrived at Hagrid ‘s cabin, however, they found an elderly witch with closely cropped 
gray hair and a very prominent chin standing before his front door. 
“Hurry up, now, the bell rang five minutes ago,” she barked at them as they struggled toward her 
through the snow. 
“Who’re you?” said Ron, staring at her. “Wheres Hagrid?” 
“My name is Professor Grubbly-Plank,” she said briskly. “I am your temporary Care of Magical 
Creatures teacher.” 
“Where’s Hagrid?” Harry repeated loudly. 
“He is indisposed,” said Professor Grubbly-Plank shortly. 
Soft and unpleasant laughter reached Harrys ears. He turned; Draco Malfoy and the rest of the 
Slytherins were joining the class. All of them looked gleeful, and none of them looked surprised 
to see Professor Grubbly-Plank. 
“This way, please,” said Professor Grubbly-Plank, and she strode off around the paddock where 
the Beauxbatons horses were shivering. Harry, Ron, and Hermione followed her, looking back 
over their shoulders at Hagrid’s cabin. All the curtains were closed. Was Hagrid in there, alone 
and ill? 
“What’s wrong with Hagrid?” Harry said, hurrying to catch up with Professor Grubbly-Plank. 
“Never you mind,” she said as though she thought he was being nosy. 
“I do mind, though,” said Harry hotly. “What’s up with him?” 
Professor Grubbly-Plank acted as though she couldn’t hear him. She led them past the paddock 
where the huge Beauxbatons horses were standing, huddled against the cold, and toward a tree 
on the edge of the forest, where a large and beautiful unicorn was tethered. 
Many of the girls “ooooohed!” at the sight of the unicorn. “Oh it’s so beautiful!” whispered 
Lavender Brown. “How did she get it? They’re supposed to be really hard to catch!” 


The unicorn was so brightly white it made the snow all around look gray. It was pawing the 
ground nervously with its golden hooves and throwing back its horned head. 
“Boys keep back!” barked Professor Grubbly-Plank, throwing out an arm and catching Harry 
hard in the chest. “They prefer the woman’s touch, unicorns. Girls to the front, and approach 
with care, come on, easy does it…” 
She and the girls walked slowly forward toward the unicorn, leaving the boys standing near the 
paddock fence, watching. The moment Professor Grubbly-Plank was out of earshot. Harry turned 
to Ron. 
“What d’you reckons wrong with him? You don’t think a skrewt -?” 
“Oh he hasn’t been attacked, Potter, if that’s what you’re thinking,” said Malfoy softly. “No, he’s 
just too ashamed to show his big, ugly face.” 
“What d’you mean?” said Harry sharply. 
Malfoy put his hand inside the pocket of his robes and pulled out a folded page of newsprint. 
“There you go,” he said. “Hate to break it to you. Potter…” 
He smirked as Harry snatched the page, unfolded it, and read it, with Ron, Seamus, Dean, and 
Neville looking over his shoulder. It was an article topped with a picture of Hagrid looking 
extremely shifty. 

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